799 Days In An Alternate Reality
“The best remedy for those who are afraid, lonely or unhappy is to go outside, somewhere where they can be quite alone with the heavens, nature and God.” Continue reading 799 Days In An Alternate Reality
Month: March 2019
What Is More Attractive Than A Conspiracy To Distract You From Your Crappy Life?
So, lets just say that whilst some who are loyal boners to the rumpTus are dyed in the wool conservatives hankering back to Medieval times or the white nationalist fear-monger racists, there are those who, well, are just, gullible ignoramus nutters with waaayyy too much time on their hands. Continue reading What Is More Attractive Than A Conspiracy To Distract You From Your Crappy Life?
A Greedy Immoral Leader Is Not OK
One of the lessons I’ve learned over the last couple years watching everything unfold down yonder south of the 49th is that when this particular administration has a win and then quickly shifts (almost took the F out) the narrative, you always gotta look around at what exactly it is they don’t want you to look too closely at; least he is consistent. The Mueller … Continue reading A Greedy Immoral Leader Is Not OK
Silly, Handouts Are For The Worthy Wealthy
Today, I watch as so much of that is being stripped away by conservative movements across North America, ensuring the future wealth of the aristocratic few who run the show. Continue reading Silly, Handouts Are For The Worthy Wealthy
The Man Who Would Like To Be A King
So the Mueller Report is out and in fact we actually now know less than we did before. In fact, there are far more questions than answers. Continue reading The Man Who Would Like To Be A King
euston my euston
spirit i seek, heresolitude is mine, againi return to you Continue reading euston my euston
Back To The Orchard
“It is held that David Suzuki first experienced his love of natural history, while exploring in the Coves pond”… and much has changed since he was teenager. I guess his family moved to Ontario from BC, and spent his late teens in London in the 50s. “Our identity includes our natural world, how we move through it, how we interact with it and how it … Continue reading Back To The Orchard
Right-Wing Rabbit Holes In Plain Sight
“No wonder that actual children become so anesthetized that they are content with the pseudo-stimuli of television, so that by adolescence they have to shoot up to feel. They sit in class without motivation, walk the streets in sullen rage, and seek desperately for sensuous transcendence in sounds, speeds and sex for an alternative script to the soulless and joyless dealing, handling, coping, managing life … Continue reading Right-Wing Rabbit Holes In Plain Sight
You Are Another Me
The year was 2003, and I was on my way to work, this was when I had first moved to Mississauga, it was a long ride. This bus traveled right through the heart of the city, through the suburbs of this metropolis that curves around Toronto, with all its multiculturalism. Half way up that long ride, a full hour it took to go all the … Continue reading You Are Another Me
What Fresh Horror Is This?
This all used to be a plot in a book, a work of fiction. It used to be part of some historical record, from some dusty tome that marked the rise of hate and genocide that long ago overtook the heart and minds of many, of those whose manifestos, whose Mein Kampfs’ bled from a twisted mind, once upon a time. Used to be these … Continue reading What Fresh Horror Is This?
so they say
I could hear them singingturned off the radioopened the windowto their happy chatterwhat they had to sayof those first tendrils of springwakes my dusty tailwith bird chatter of amorous tonesof buildingof creationbeginningspossibilities, or so they say Continue reading so they say
When Only A Village Will Do
One of my earliest memories of childhood is this day when I was 4, my friend was 3, and our moms had sent us down that summer day to the village post office to get the mail. My friend was the ‘street savvy’ of the two of us, as I was sort of dorky shy kid and certainly did not have the kahunas she did, … Continue reading When Only A Village Will Do
Children Of An Uncertain Tomorrow
Hope Swan was 12 years old when she was sent to Canada, and her name haunts me still, as I know little more about her. I first found her in this database from Collections Canada when I was researching Home Children for the Heritage Book I was working on, back in 2013. Hope came over on a ship called the Dominion, the year was 1907. … Continue reading Children Of An Uncertain Tomorrow
The Temenos Journal 